SUBTLE SERPENT

by OLUWAKEMI CELINA AMUSAN
(GBAGADA, LAGOS, NIGERIA)

The subtle serpent,Master of all lies and craftinessHe creeps into thoughts uninvitedGliding ever so softlyAcross the corners of our heartNever contentTill his venom leave us drained,and rob us of all joy, peace and hope.

You can't make it. He whispersYou are not good enough he condemns It's just going to continue this wayAnd you will never rise out of this pit. With every one of his whispers, the valiant is brought to his knees weakened With fear, despair and helplessness.

But even though the young lionsCrumble under his accusations and evil reports: Our hope is built on the Solid RockWho has made an open shame of him: In him we do believe In his name we take authorityAnd under His wings we take refugeDrawing strength from the praise of His nameAs He gently whispers Power, Love and Sound Wisdomto our broken heart